[b]Name:[/b] R3 V3 NG3
[b]Age:[/b] 25
[b]Gender:[/b] ???
[b]Nationality:[/b] Japanese-American
[b]Race:[/b] Lexus LS400
[b]Appearance:[/b]

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[b]Backstory:[/b] Once upon a time, the car that would become R3 V3 NG3 was just a fairly bog-standard early-90s full-size sedan; or saloon, if you're a Brit. It wasn't even a particularly fancy one. It had comfy seats, a decent sound system for your CDs and Casettes, leather trim, and was one of the first automobiles to have fitted steering-wheel airbags, but at the end of the day, it was just a car with an above-average price tag.

This all changed once the [i]Street Fighter[/i] craze kicked off in the USA, where the car, while manufactured in Japan, had found its home. The car's owner happened to be the father of a disgruntled, video-gaming youth who had gotten caught up in the craze. One night, following a party filled with much booze and drugs, the teenager decided to re-enact a bonus stage from his favourite video game. Thus, he tried to beat up the car with his bare hands, and soon ended up in hospital with glass cuts and broken bones, while the car received only a dent in the driver's door and little else.

By sheer coincidence, the hospital where the boy ended up also contained an aging wizard, dying of terminal heart disease. Mocked for years for his assertion that his magic was very much real, he chose to, with his dying breath, implant his magic power within the first inanimate object in sight, cursing it and enacting his vengeance upon the ungrateful, unbelieving public that he had grovelled at the feet of for so long. That object happened to be the hapless Lexus that was parked outside the window.

A few days later, the Lexus was used by the boy's father to transport his now-recovered son back home. Unfortunately for its occupants, the magic implanted by the wizard then kicked off, giving the car sentience. Angry at having been beaten up, the car forced the father out the driver's seat and drove into a deep ravine, horrendously wrecking itself and killing the boy in the back. Later still, the wreck seemingly fixed itself, restoring itself to factory-fresh status. It even had that new car smell again.

That wasn't all, though. The Lexus then drove off on its own, intentionally showing up to street fights in the hopes of drawing out any more evil car-beaters, and then viciously murdering them. With each person it killed, the more powerful it became, absorbing their life force. First it simply ran them over, then it started to strangle them with its seatbelts, then it decapitated them with its doors, then it even deliberately ignited its own fuel tank to blow up a whole building of them. Eventually, its power was great enough to force another would-be victim to get it a personalised license plate:

R3 V3 NG3. Revenge.

It still doesn't realise [i]Street Fighter[/i] was just a game. The day when it finally finds and kills the Shotoclones is the day its job is done.

[b]Personality:[/b] R3 is a vengeful, vindictive and yet strangely mischievous little bastard of a car. However, if you ignore its murderous streak and burning hatred towards anyone who harms cars (not just street fighters, but also scrapyard workers, tuners and demolition derby participants), it's actually fairly agreeable... or as agreeable as a car can be, anyway. It communicates mostly through the radio, playing a song appropriate to its mood. It likes to mess with people's heads, though, hence the mischievous part. Usually by moving around by itself when people aren't looking. Gives it a good laugh. Dark sense of humour, you understand.

[b]Powers/Abilities:[/b] R3 is essentially a Dragon on wheels. It can breathe fire, ice (actually Liquid Nitrogen, but has a similar effect) and carcinogenic exhaust fumes, and it has the ability to repair itself; quickly undoing any dents, scratches, punctures or other minor damages, recovering lost parts or, if necessary, growing replacement parts, though this takes much longer. The only way to permanently defeat it would be drain all its magic power, rendering it a harmless automobile once again. Or you could just destroy it in such a way that it'd take years to regenerate, like completely melting it down to slag.
In addition, Just about everything outside and inside it has been weaponised, but especially the seatbelts, which have become long, writhing, tight tentacles.
And naturally, being a car itself, it drives with the skill of nine Michael Schumachers and thirteen Dale Earnhardts. Which is to say, superbly well.